This is a song about "Spots"

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

Heard the sound of several gun shots

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Trying hard to speak and

There spots that are vacant

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

When there's only two spots and it's your birthday.

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Blind spots of opponents

Is there any love